Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Part II

…so anyway, my cousin Glen and I went straight to California, a hotel/casino in downtown Vegas. Screw the strip. Tourists, high-rollers and what not — if I’m going to gamble, I’d rather gamble among the working class who want to throw their money away…

…and throw it away I did — I was down $200 in less than an hour. Glen wasn’t doing so hot either, and we suddenly felt very, very, very tired. But we had enough energy to make it over to Horseshoe, which is about two minutes away. Sat down at a table and suddenly felt hot, and within about an hour, won about $500. So it was good…although I ended up losing close to $300 much later that evening. I ended up leaving the city of sin dead even, so I can’t complain…

…on the way home, we stopped by the outlet shops because Glen’s wife and her friend wanted to do some shopping, which we grudgingly agreed to. But before we knew it, Glen and I had spent about $300 on all kinds of goodies: he got a Ralph Lauren blazer for $69 (normally $300); I got a pair of Timberland sneakers for $25 ($85); and I also got a Kenneth Cole travel bag for $65 ($80, not that much of a bargain, but the shop owner wanted to give me the deal). It was funny because when we met up with the girls again, we had way more crap than they did…

…the trip home wasn’t so hot though. Glen and I started getting into a deep theological debate, as we usually do. Glen comes from the Reformed school of thought — Calvinism, etc. And not that I don’t totally agree…there are just certain tenants that we’ll diverge on…

(I guess it’s kinda weird that someone like myself, who you can usually catch at one of the many after hours in Los Angeles, high like a kite, will still debate on things like Calvin’s tenant of irresistable grace, but oh well.)

…anyway, at one point I thought he was fucking around with me, so I told him he was lying, and he pretty much flipped out. Glen doesn’t take lightly to such things as lying, but my attitude was — hey! everyone does it